Mountains of Oranges .. or .. Orange-You Glad I Didn’t Say Banana?

How it gets under your finger nails and the juice sprays onto your pyjama shirt that you still haven’t changed out of. The peel and juice turns your nails a slight orange colour, which, though stings, is worth it to get to the fruit.

Ohhh, and that first bite. How juicy it is. How it squishes in your mouth and burns your lips when they’re chapped. And how when you have that large orange how rewarding it is after all of that work peeling that tasty orange. Smacking your lips to get that last bit of juice and those little grinds in between your teeth that are always so unavoidable.

This is your life.

This is my life.

And this cat? He/She is rooting for you.

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I'm drunk off books, stumbling into new worlds constantly. I'm addicted to books, words, art and theatre. My inspiration comes from the moon, life, those I love and the water.
I've been told I need rehab. More than once.
Call me Joy.
[[Pictures posted are not mine unless I state so. Most are found online and I take no credit for]]
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My MidnightPulse

I'm drunk off books, stumbling into new worlds constantly. I'm addicted to books, words, art and theatre. My inspiration comes from the moon, life, those I love and the water.
I've been told I need rehab. More than once.
Call me Joy.
[[Pictures posted are not mine unless I state so. Most are found online and I take no credit for]]